13 Years Earlier

Obadiah Stane was not a very considerate and compassionate man, evidence by the fact of him keeping and hiding a letter he was sure Tony would very much want to see and that was a problem this letter threw a spanner in his work and would derail his plans for Tony and the company and thus unfortunately it could never make its way into Tony's hands.

He had thought that he had gotten ridden of the girl when he convinced Howard and Maria to give the bitch up; Even at the young age Obadiah knew that Lily Stark possessed an intellect and perceptiveness for beyond what was normal for her age and would soon surpass both her father and brother and therefore she had to go before she could become a problem. If any of the Starks would figure out what he was up to it would be her. It was a blessing that she was dead in his opinion, he placed the letter in desk draw he would place it in his safe at home when he left after to work.

One Week Post Stane's Death

Tony looked at the letter in his hand one more time, just to double check that he hadn't misread the information as it was pretty unbelievable after-all, he glanced up the wall helplessly and then down again at the letter in his hand to read it for what felt like the hundredth time.

It completely and irrevocably shattered his heart reading this letter because he knew, Tony knew that it only mean one thing.

'My darling Anthony, if you're reading this letter it means that I'm no longer here, along with my husband, and now you're my only hope …'

His smart, beautiful, vibrant, sister was gone, murdered by a crazed sociopath with a Napoleonian complex and daddy issues.

'I have a son…I wasn't ever going to tell you… I didn't want father to know…his name is Haraldr James Potter… But we just call him Harry'

He was an uncle, Lily was dead, and there was a baby out there that needed him.

'James and I, we're in hiding right now. James didn't want to tell you…I agreed because I knew you would want us to go to you… Insist that you could keep us safe'

The important question was where was his nephew now?

'I have a bad feeling Tony, I know that something is going to happen with Sirius that will stop him from looking after Harry, he was named godfather and Alice I friend of mine from school is his godmother, but I fear she is facing a fate worse than death in the oncoming days.'

What was he the infamous Tony Stark, playboy, philanthropist, billionaire going to do with a baby? He'd never even had a stupid goldfish growing up, what was he going to do with a kid? He could just barely look after himself even then, if he is being honest that was only because of Pepper micro managing his life. Little children especially babies had always made him uncomfortable; they were just so…fragile and dependent. Tony was scared that he would fuck up any child in his life.

For a moment he contemplated leaving his nephew with whoever he was with now, but it was dismissed the next second. That was his baby sister's son, his own flesh and blood, and Tony had to at the very least check to make sure that the child, Harry was okay. Which started a new line of thought entirely, he did want Harry to experience the same childhood that he had, that Lily had before she was adopted. Tony needed to find out where his nephew was now, he knew from the letter that going to Sirius would lead him nowhere, but he had no other way of finding out where Harry was, there would be no sign of him in the system as there wasn't with his father, and Lily after her 11th birthday. Actually, maybe not Tony thought to himself, Lily might have registered him in the muggle world, he knew after all that she and James marriage is also valid there on her insistence.

'FRIDAY check for a Haraldr James Potter'

'Of course, sir'

Tony knew he also had to go shopping for everything a toddler might, stuff like diapers and toys he didn't much else but that could wait until he actually had his nephew or at least tracked him down.

He shivered at the thought of diapers and changing them…he was going to need therapy once Harry was older Tony just knew he was going to be scared for the rest of his life. A nanny would need to be hired but Tony was hesitant, his sister's letter coming back to him.

'Tony no one can know that you have him… Harry is in danger and if you take him in and I hope you do so will you… They will come for him… Voldemort wasn't after me or James… He wants Harry… Keep him safe Tony'

They would need to be extremely discrete, compensated significantly and under an NDA, maybe Tony could get away with slipping whoever it was with various loyalty and compulsion potions. Thorough background checks would need to be done, obviously and it with Lily's letter it would have to be a muggle, but that poses the problem of magical exposure and he couldn't exactly keep obliviating the poor fool. Maybe it was time that he took a very long vacation, one that lasted a few years, at the very least until Harry was of age to go to Illvermory as Hogwarts was out of the question regrettably and then it would be down to go old muggle fake name and disguise along with some glamour charms to keep Harry's identity safe.

'FRIDAY, we got any hits yet. I want this sorted yesterday'

'Yes sir, sending them to stark-pad now' FRIDAY said in return.

Tony looked down at aforementioned tablet and raised one eyebrow in confusion; What he was seeing couldn't be right because if it was he got his sister's letter 13 years a little to late. He looked up 'FRI, you sure about this? It can't be right'

'Yes, Haraldr is not a common name, it was the only hit'

Tony was confused, and he had to question why Obadiah would even keep this from him, none of the man's actions made any sense, after his death Tony had found a box of his stuff and it only led to more questions. He shook himself from his thoughts thinking Obi always just brought back the betrayal that had apparently been going on from the moment he had met the man.

'Okay, FRIDAY make the preparations to get the jet ready, I guess I'm going to England'

'Yes sir, shall I alert Miss Potts of your departure' Friday asked in return, Tony took a moment but thought it best that the less people who knew he was gone the better, hopefully he would be back by tomorrow. He just wanted to check that Harry was alright and then go from there.

'Ah, no this is strictly a stealth mission FRIDAY, In and out with none the wiser.'

Tony would have taken an international portkey, but that came with regulations and check points he did not need anyone from the wizarding world that he was coming even if there were only a few that knew he even existed let alone his relation to Lily and Harry, it was just a couple of James' old school friends. His first stop would have to be Diagon alley, there he could listen and observe and hopefully pick up some information without anyone realising what they were giving out. He would have to visit the daily prophet offices and Gringotts while he was there.

Tony turned off and put down his tablet and made his way from the common area to his penthouse to start packing. He had a feeling that it would be an exhausting trip.

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Harry was still coming to terms with the fact that the Norse Gods were seemingly real let alone the fact that he was apparently related to the king of the Gods through both his mother and father or that they themselves are FREAKING GODS. He also didn't know how he should feel, he suffered all those years at the Dursleys when he had family both mortal and immortal and not one of them cared enough to take him in, and his parents they were really alive so where are were they, where are they now? Don't they love him?

'You alright pup, you look like you're about to implode into that infamous Potter temper'

'Harry let out a breath he didn't even know that he was holding and shook himself from his melancholy thoughts, they would do him no good. He was here for a reason and that was, so he could finally gain his independence and get out from Dumbledore's thumb.

He pulled the stack of parchment that cut-throat had put in front of his godfather and got to reading, he was not stupid enough to sign something without reading it first no matter how much more respect and trust cut-throat and Harry had for each other than was normal between goblins and wizards. Ten minutes later and he was still reading, and just about ready to pull his hair out, the goblins loved making their contracts as convoluted as they could. They were petty and vindictive creatures like that and Harry was glad that he had more common sense than the majority of the wizarding and actually treated the danm creatures with respect or he was sure that this contact would be a whole lot worse than it already was.

He at last came to the end of the parchments and signed his name at the bottom next to Sirius' signature. He was finally free.